Letter from Henry David Thoreau to Daniel Ricketson
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Concord Oct 16th 1855 Friend Ricketson, I have [gotten?] your letter at once. You must not think Concord so barren a place when Channing’s away. There are the rivers & fields left yet, and I, though ordinarily a man of busi- ness, should have some afternoons & evenings to spend with you, I trust that is if you could stand so much of me. If you can spend your time profitably here, or without ennui, having an occasional ramble or tete-a-tete with one of the natives, it will give me pleasure to have you in the neighborhood. You see I am preparing you for our awful unsocial ways,- keeping in our dens a good part of the day, sucking our claws per- haps.- But then we make a religion of it, and that you cannot but respect. [page break] If you know the taste of your own heart & like it, come to Concord, and I’ll warrant you enough here to season the dish with,- aye, even though C. & E. & I were all away. We might pad- dle quietly up the river- then there are one or two more ponds to be seen, [&c?]- I should very much enjoy further rambling with you in your vicinity, but must postpone it for the present. To tell the truth, I am planning to get seriously to work after these long months of inefficiency and idleness. I do not know whether you are haunted by any such demon which puts you on the alert to pluck the fruit of each day as it passes, and store it safely in your bin. True, it is well to live abandonly from time to time, [page break] but to our working hours that must be as the spite to the busy. So for a long season I must enjoy only a low slanting gleam in my minds’ eye from the Mid- dleborough Ponds far away. Methinks I am getting a little more strength into those knees of mine; and, for my part, I believe that God _does_ delight in the strength of a man’s legs. Yrs Henry D. Thoreau
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